Busty Housewife Seduction

Joanna paces the kitchen in nothing but a silk robe that keeps slipping off one shoulder. Her nipples press hard against the thin fabric and her thighs rub together every time she moves. No husband, no relief, and the ache between her legs keeps getting louder. She slips two fingers under the hem of the robe, parts her pussy lips, and starts rubbing slow, wet circles over her clit. The brunette housewife leans back against the counter, eyes half-closed, breath short. Leslie, the handyman, stands in the doorway with a wrench still in his hand. His cock swells so fast it hurts against his jeans. He watches every stroke, mouth open, a small wet spot already darkening the denim. Joanna catches the motion and stops, fingers glistening. She studies him for one long second. Then she turns, drops the robe, and bends over the table, ass high, legs spread. She reaches back and pulls one cheek aside, showing him the tight, puckered hole she wants filled. Leslie drops the wrench, steps forward, and frees his cock. Joanna stays perfectly still, waiting, while he spits on his palm and works the slick head against her asshole. One push and he sinks in, inch by inch, until his hips meet the soft curve of her ass. Joanna lets out a low, grateful moan. He fucks her in steady, deep strokes that make her tits swing. When his breathing turns ragged he pulls out, jerks once, and paints thick ropes across her face, some landing on her parted lips, some across her cheek. Joanna licks what she can reach, eyes on his, already hungry for the next round.